tough igloo
A living experience.
I want to rip myself out of my mouth.
Have an inner body experience that is not me.
But I am stuck struggling to get myself out.
A sleeping experience.
Most of my dreams are an outer body experience.
I can see myself struggling to get out.
To make sense of what is me.
What floats around me.
The plateau I stand on
What I am soaked in.
I see the girl I loved years go.
All I become is feeling sorry for by being.
Most of my dreams are an outer body experience.
young magnet
"I want to rip myself out of my mouth."
Oof that hits hard. I'll remember that line for a long time.
"I can see myself struggling to get out./To make sense of what is me."
Reminds me of the inner struggle to make sense of the self. Who am I? What makes me who I am?
Very introspective and thought provoking in such a short little poem. I like this. Thank you for sharing.